I’m thinking about wise ones, my teachers, my angels, my guides and other beings that help me in my human journey learning my soul lessons.

Every process has its own journey with a beginning, a middle and a winding down. I'm in process within the system of life. Life is a process

As soon as I stopped fighting with her disease, as soon as I stopped resisting, something drastically changed.

Every moment is a choice. I choose not to abandon myself. I give fear a voice. I feel it fully and then move on.

The Valley of Understanding is where all worldly wisdom is useless. Through this valley seekers will find wisdom in all things.

The evidence is clear we’re going somewhere. I invite your imagination to travel to the unknown. Powered by love.

It feels burdensome to have the responsibility of making me happy. It’s a crossroads I find myself at when I forget it’s up to me.

The second valley in The Conference of the Birds is the Valley of Love where reason is abandoned. It's about fire, about sacrifice.

I want my mind to stop for a while and take a rest. Some days I can ignore and other days I am front row center listening to every thought.

Without awareness, I have lived my life believing I’ve done something wrong. I am changing that. With awareness, I help those I love.

Your name holds energy. Your name transcends all other words. Our names hold power. Honoring others begins by honoring myself.

The first time I experienced a letting go of me I thought I was dying. I was surprised when I woke up.

I was more of a black and white thinker years ago maneuvering through the world judging good/bad, safe/unsafe, fun/not fun. I see hues now.

Pain is a teacher that nags at me when I don’t pay attention. I never experienced unrelenting pain until I was brought to my knees by fibro

Gratitude is grounding and focusing. It is another anchor in my life. I am learning to set aside the old and welcome in the new normal.

The first valley is about casting aside dogma and belief. What beliefs must I cast aside? Attar says, “Bread is always a need of the hungry"

The mind sticks to what it knows soaking up knowledge by example or taught by often wounded teachers. I am more.

Maybe it’s a habit of worry. Maybe it’s my way of reminding myself I’m not in control. Daily I let go and bring in gentleness.

I am a work in progress. I realize it is all about safety – feeling safe in an unsafe world. But I get to choose my reaction now.

Dear friends are departing New ones are arriving not yet known, Brand new in their bright packages Life breathes in and out